Chords for Sunday Morning Paper

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_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
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Sunday morning, paper said, rock and roll is surely [Bb] dead.
Something hit me deep [F] down in my soul.
_ [C] Lord, I know it's just [F] rock and roll.
_ _ [Bb]
Never one time did I [F] ever dream you wouldn't live [Dm] forever.
Bet you never planned [C] on getting old.
_ _ [F]
Looked like you were born to lose your slick back hair and your prison [Bb] blues.
Mother tried to keep you [F] from that road.
_ [C] Lord, I know it's just [F] rock and roll. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ You showed up from the underground, Bakersfield, Tulsa [Bb] town,
an injured way of needing [F] crowd control.
_ [C] Lord, I know, oh [F] Lord, I know, _ _ [Bb]
women, wine and fancy [F] dreams,
out to break the big [Dm] machine, getting all blowed down [C] for the truth.
_ _ [Gm]
Fighting out every [C] fingernail and tooth, _ _ [F]
somewhere between pen and tooth.
Someone's wishing they were [Bb] you, make a living off your [F] highs and lows.
[C] Lord, I know it's just [F] rock and roll. _ _ _
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Never one time [F] did I ever dream you wouldn't live [Dm] forever.
Bet you never planned on [C] getting old.
_ _ [Bb]
Linging on a [F] baby grand, play that thing to beat the [Dm] band.
Screaming [D] out for everything [C] you're worth.
_ [G] Well, you're dressed up like the greatest [C] show on earth. _ _ _
_ [F] Sunday morning, paper said, rock and roll is surely [Bb] dead.
I don't think I'll ever [F] let it go, _ [C] even though it's just [F] rock and roll. _
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